you sink deep
into a good
solid book
on this rainy
day. the couch
holding it's
soft arms
around you
in the shadowed
light. you
could lie
here forever
in your fiction,
wrapping the warm
love of others
around your
chilled skin.
reading, watching
the water
fall from the sky
clinging
to the panes
of glass.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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